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Before disbelieving eyes
Did our ambitions crumble
Resistances formed and battles won
Our goal was valiant
Glittering gold and flame
Alas, as our armies fell
And our influence was rendered null
We scattered like dust in the wind
So cowed we were
Trembling like autumn leaves
In the wake of our defeat
Until, humbled, we realized
Although blinded by doubt
The sun would yet rise
Glittering gold and flame
And bathed in warm light
Ever would our ambitions live on
Did our ambitions crumble
Resistances formed and battles won
Our goal was valiant
Glittering gold and flame
Alas, as our armies fell
And our influence was rendered null
We scattered like dust in the wind
So cowed we were
Trembling like autumn leaves
In the wake of our defeat
Until, humbled, we realized
Although blinded by doubt
The sun would yet rise
Glittering gold and flame
And bathed in warm light
Ever would our ambitions live on
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Seasonal Depression
He hadn't been prepared for the sheer level of inebriation at the wedding. Some people staggered in already drunk and proceeded to roll farther down hill as the evening wore on, the singing and dancing following along to embarrassing levels. Tobias didn't mind too much. From the stories he had gathered from other staff and volunteers, if ever a stable needed to have a party it was this one. Death, drugs, identity struggles and trying to piece together broken horses and people on a daily basis took a toll on even the strongest mind.
So the black-haired boy didn't complain as he helped clean up the reception area and watched the more impai
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V.T.
Si quieres continuar,
con un muro vas a chocar.
No puedo olvidar,
pero puedes incriminar.
Llamar la atención te gusta,
pero hablar directo te asusta.
Recurres a la violencia psicológica.
Vete ya, huye de aquí.
De mi vida sal por fin.
Déjame ser, deja vivir.
Aprende que ese fue el fin.
¿Qué dices? ¿Qué gritas?
Entre tanta mierda no te entiendo.
"Son malos, son divas".
No saldrás del hoyo al que te estás metiendo.
Despierta, conecta. ¿No puedes?
No sabemos qué quieres.
Es solo hacer como que tocas el cielo.
Vete ya, huye de aquí.
De mi vida sal por fin.
Déjame ser, deja vi
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Ode to the Burpee
What creature mocks our sweaty struggles?
we groan, we moan- pathetic muggles!
What monster sits there with a smile
as stomachs swim with gas and bile?
Boobs and bellies hit the floor
swear words follow, we implore;
in drips of sweat we may just drown
down then up, then again back down.
What is it that makes our bodies cry
as pain vibrates along our thigh?
What movement would we trade for runs,
for planks, for jacks, for lifting tonnes?
Three rounds gone, we beg no more-
yet somehow moved onto round four.
Despite the pounding in our head
we soldier on, we push ahead.
The bell chimes we are at ease
for one mere minute- no burpe
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2 of 4: The prompts shall be enjoyable this week. Expect a mix of narrative and story poetry!
Written for the weekly prompt in TheWriterGang!
Much delay between the first poem and those to come in the next two days, but I have been quite exhausted as of late.
No matter though! The poetry must go on. ^^
~Fehn
Music: Blue October - Fear (Piano Cover)
Note: You must check this pianist out! They are a lovely composer, and have a collection of amazing music.
Written for the weekly prompt in TheWriterGang!
Much delay between the first poem and those to come in the next two days, but I have been quite exhausted as of late.
No matter though! The poetry must go on. ^^
~Fehn
Music: Blue October - Fear (Piano Cover)
Note: You must check this pianist out! They are a lovely composer, and have a collection of amazing music.
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This is wonderful. The narrative very much reminds me of The Band of The Hawk, the plight of the Hawk of Light/Darkness from the manga Berserk.